The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city…
After landing, Tyrone didn’t go straight to the office or the gym. He went home—to his sleek, masculine…
The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind…
The private jet touched down on a sleek, snow-dusted runway just outside Stockholm. Tyrone Dominian stepped into the…
It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive….